Teyla knocked again as the door went unanswered. She waited a long minute, but either he was not in his room, or he did not want to see visitors. She turned away, fighting the sense of disappointment that filled her.

Only to come face to face with him.

"You were looking for me, yes?"

Teyla frowned, wondering if something about the substance had affected her hearing as well. That was the second time in so many days that someone who shouldn't have been able to do so had snuck up on her.

"Or perhaps not," Dr. Zelenka said hastily. "I just assumed, since I was returning to my room and you were standing there, but as McKay often says, assumptions often lead to poor outcomes. I will let you be."

She smiled at his hasty explanation, and he smiled back at her. "No, you were correct. I had hoped to speak with you before you retired for the night."

He nodded and stepped past her to open his door. "Please come in, and then we shall talk."

Teyla followed him inside. There were several of the silver-gray Earth computers on the large desk that took up half the room, surrounded by many different lengths of wires and cords, small metal pieces that she could not identify, and large objects that looked like they were made by the Ancestors. Dr. Zelenka moved the chair closer to the bed, brushing several curls of red plastic off of it as he did so.

"Sit, please," he said, sitting down on the bed to face her.

"Dr. Zelenka," she began, but he held up a hand.

"Call me Radek," he said. He smiled wryly, peering over the tops of his glasses. "It seems inappropriate to be so formal after our earlier...encounter."

Teyla flushed, but nodded. "Radek, I wish to apologize for that encounter. I am sorry I forced myself on you, and I do not know how to rectify that."

Dr. Zelenka--Radek--slipped off his glasses and rubbed at the bridge of his nose. He leaned forward so that his elbows rested on his knees, leaving his glasses dangling from his crossed hands in front of him. He looked her directly in the eyes. Teyla was startled by his intensity.

"I thank you for your concern, but it is unnecessary. I believe that I am the one who owes you an apology. I didn't know of your condition until afterwards, but I should have known right away that something was wrong." He looked down at his hands as he lazily spun his glasses between his fingers. "After all, it is not every day a beautiful woman throws herself at me."

"I do not see why you should feel that way," Teyla said. "You did not do anything that I did not ask for. Even if it was only with my body rather than words."

Radek looked up, his eyes sparkling as he smiled at her. "Ah, then there is definitely no need to apologize to me, for I asked for it just as much as you did, as I think you know."

Teyla smiled back at him, and just like that the need flared up again. It was not the overwhelming, thought-destroying lust that had taken her before, but it was enough to make her ache and throb--and hunger. She stood up, startling Radek as she did so.

"I should not keep you from your rest," she said in explanation.

He stood as well, setting his glasses on the nightstand beside the bed. "I will be up for some time yet, but I imagine you are tired."

"I have done nothing but sleep today," she said dryly.

Radek nodded. "Yes, of course. Perhaps then you would like to join me for a drink? To wash away the awkwardness."

Teyla hesitated. She should leave before she acted on her desires, but she wanted to stay. And it would be rude to refuse his kind offer. "Very well," she decided.

Radek pulled open the desk drawer and set two small, thin glasses on top. Then he pulled a clear bottle filled with clear liquid, opened it, and poured.

"Special request brought back on the Daedalus," he told her as he put the bottle back in the drawer. "It is Swedish, but don't tell anyone. You will damage my reputation as a good Czech."

She nodded. "I will not."

He raised an eyebrow, a half-smile on his face. "Even though what I said makes no sense to you?"

Teyla took the glass he handed her. "None of you make any sense, but I frequently find that it does not matter."

Radek chuckled and raised his glass. "To your health, then."

"To your health," she echoed, then tipped the glass back just as he had done. It went down smooth until it hit her gut with a fiery burn. She licked her lips, catching the faint flavor of something spicy. The alcoholic warmth spread out, licking at her nipples and shooting into her groin. She closed her eyes, but the sensation didn't fade.

"Good, no?"

She opened her eyes to see him watching her. He had blue eyes, she realized. "Excellent," she answered, but her thoughts were racing ahead, keeping time with the pulse throbbing in her throat. "May I ask you something?"

"Please do," he said, setting his glass back on the desk.

"What would you do if a beautiful woman threw herself at you again?"

He looked up at her sharply. Teyla licked her lips, her mouth dry as she waited for him to confirm her suspicions. Radek looked away, then began speaking.

"At first, I imagine I would respond as I did with you. But I do not think I would continue unless she were smart and intriguing as well as beautiful, as of course you are. And," he paused, peeking up at her under his hair. Teyla hardly breathed. "And, I would want to know why she would do such a thing."

Relief was a sharp spike of energy pouring into her. She stood, set her glass beside his, and stepped between his legs. Radek looked up at her. "I think she would do it because you are an attractive man, one who is witty and caring. And," Teyla stroked his face gently, "because you kiss incredibly well."

Radek grabbed her hips as she pushed on his shoulders, and they wound up sprawled together across his bed, already kissing. They wriggled until they were no longer in quite so much danger of falling off the bed, though his mouth never left hers. Radek took control, kissing her hard, then soft, pressing in deep before drawing away to gently brush their lips together.

"I could not stop thinking of you," he said quietly, running his hands down her back, squeezing her buttocks and pulling her into him. Teyla lifted her leg over his hip and pushed into his hardness. Radek gasped and thrust back against her.

"I have been thinking of you as well," she said, pushing up his shirt. He pulled away to take it off, and Teyla quickly stripped off her own. She had kicked off her sandals without thinking when they fell onto the bed, and it didn't take long to get out of her pants. Radek was staring at her when she looked back at him.

"You are so beautiful," he said, reaching out to run a gentle hand over her side. Teyla arched into his touch, wanting more. She urged him to lay on his back, then knelt between his legs to draw off his trousers and briefs, shoving them off the edge of the bed with her feet. His cock had her full attention; full and eager for her, rising and bobbing in little surges, already glistening at the tip. She licked from the base to the tip, tasting him, and Radek gasped out something she did not understand.

The taste of him, the smell of him, the feel of his body--Radek's effect on her was no less powerful than the Inannian aphrodisiac. She took him in her mouth, moving slowly up and down, running her tongue over him as much as she could. She reached between her own legs to touch herself. She groaned around Radek's cock, and he groaned back.

"Teyla," he said, then said something else she did not know and grabbed her shoulders, tugging her upwards. "Let me be in you."

She nodded, and moved to straddle him, but he turned and opened his nightstand drawer again. He pulled out a small square package.

"Another present from the Daedalus," he said as he ripped it open. He pulled out the protection and unrolled it onto his erection, grimacing as he did so. "That is not my favorite part," he said, then smiled up at her.

She smiled back and leaned forward to kiss him quickly. Then she sat backwards, positioning his cock with one hand as she slid onto him.

"Yes," she hissed, reveling in the sensation. She started moving, slow undulations, just feeling him touch and fill her.

"Wait, one moment," he said. He steadied her hips with one hand and pushed himself back toward the wall with the other until he was mostly sitting up. He pulled her forward into a kiss.

"Yes, much better," he said as she started moving again. Teyla cried out as he tugged on her nipple with his teeth. He let go as she started moving faster.

Radek leaned his head back against the wall, his face flushed as he watched her. He ran his hands over her body, playing with her breasts and moving down again to rub at her clit.

"So good," he said, his hand slowing as his hips moved faster to meet hers. He grunted just as she felt herself approach the peak, his hips stuttering in quick short bursts and then stilling. She kept moving, almost there--and then it hit, a great crashing wave that made her curl forward, pressing her face against his shoulder as her body shook.

Moments later, their breathing mostly calmed, he brushed her hair back from her face. "Now that, that was my favorite part," he said.

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